me. My bad boys follow me. Im a bad boy, obviously. Pop one at your ivy league. I dont have a rivalry. If so, you have a cosulty. Oops, I meant a casualty
I gangbang 'Cause I hang with a whole gang of niggaz So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick 'Cause I got a vicious right hand but ya know what
I heard a shot proof flip nigga gimme a bitch At the Martigra crowd flipping the trigga You still a bitch nigga Sticking ya head up at a meter now you
With a good price with a bitch who ride dick Drive bricks and book flights Good by bad days, hello good nights No my coke look like Carmelo blue flights
for the tough individual Runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General Walk one day in the shoes of a criminal Death disease keep your luxuries to a
s with a muzzle, a YG always in trouble 'Cuz of what he know, 'cuz of what he knew How he grew, up and, what he grew up to And what he gon' grow up to
X with OG at a Yankee game Dude, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue but I ain't a Crip though But I got a
into a mess cause we're all fucked up more or less now good is bad and bad is good don't know what i would, could or should still blood-red but feeling blue in armageddon 2002 big bad boys
for not introducing myself correctly I am the Man on Fire, A.K.A. the Mix Tape Messiah A.K.A. the Chamillinator, Smallz let's get 'em You know what time
? a bitch, jockin? a bitch Cruisin? down the street in my 64 Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch Cruisin? down the street in my 64 Jockin? a bitch, jockin
to get crossed, put a hit out on a nigga boss, ready to shine and floss, is you bout that white sauce, 10 a keys the cost, bout to toss a nigga 3, meet
looking pretty) If you feeling what I'm feeling (Feeling what I'm feeling) Say it's about to go down Cash me Gucci coat, slicing a bad bitch Watch her
thats a sheet and you know what, we fixin to score a fuckin key so guess what, I open my dresser drawer Kici's jeans and a key, thats what I saw I saw
Of Botany Boys] I'm fuckin over you boys, Niggaz strapped up in the cut in the burbany cars You wanna fool wit the rules you What you claming red or blue
game is a game Fuck around and have yourself, catching a chain Better stash you some cash, for a rainy day mayn Cause only God knows, what tomorrow bring
a song? Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way from home With a thousand miles ahead and a thousand miles behind A dollar in his pocket and a
get hot, they pop pills and what not You need to hear this, I'm the codeine in your syrup The coca from the coca leaf, a necessity to hip-hop I am heroin
heads (old heads) In 89, who push 98's Blue haze through deuce treys Do what I been, I been through, through it again I seen the streets tame boys, turn